"Second Sister, Brother Fan, what brings you here?" Yuan Tao asked, scratching his ssy hair. His eyes, rimd with dark circles, betrayed his confusion.
He hadn’t been having an easy ti these past few days. Ever since he sold out his own father, Yuan Ruohai, in the na of justice, his family hadn’t said much to his face, but they’d given him plenty of trouble behind his back. Even his mother had been so furious that she’d beaten him and chased him out of the house.
Yuan Tao didn’t really care. He hardly ever went ho anyway. This was just a good opportunity to continue his carefree life outside, partying day and night.
"I need your help with sothing," Lin Fan said with a nod. He had Yuan Tao summon the deputy factory manager, the man who actually ran the place, and briefly explained his request.
"Mr. Lin, your request is simple enough. Making a few dicine boxes presents no difficulty," the deputy factory manager, a portly, pale-faced old man, said before his expression grew troubled.
"What my Brother Fan says is what I say. Can’t our factory even handle a few damn boxes?" Yuan Tao’s face darkened as he complained loudly.
"Young Master Yuan, Mr. Lin probably intends to make a large batch in the future," the deputy factory manager said with a wry smile, shaking his head. "Our factory isn’t doing well financially. We can’t risk opening a new production line. Besides, they require high-grade wood, and then there’s the matter of cost..."
"If you hadn’t ntioned it, I would’ve forgotten... What about the piles of Huanghuali rosewood and small-leaf red sandalwood my dad secretly acquired? They’re still in the warehouse, right?" Yuan Tao slapped his forehead. "Oh, and there are also two logs of Golden-silk Nanmu!"
At his words, Lin Fan couldn’t help but look intrigued. Yuan Youwei and Mrs. Xue, who were standing nearby, were also surprised.
This woodworking factory was rely an ancillary business of the Yuandao Group, intended as a training ground for the family’s younger generation. As long as it didn’t go bankrupt, the demands on its performance weren’t strict.
Who would have thought that Yuan Ruohai had a trick up his sleeve, secretly collecting so many fine materials? If there was a significant quantity of this high-grade timber, its value alone might exceed that of the entire factory!
"Young Master Yuan, those are the Second Master’s prized possessions! They absolutely cannot be touched!" The deputy manager’s face turned green as he waved his hands frantically, trying to dissuade him.
"Perhaps I can sell dicine boxes made from high-grade wood for a sky-high price and make this factory flourish," Lin Fan said, glancing at the deputy manager before turning to nod at Yuan Tao. "First, take to see the wood. If the quality satisfies , I don’t mind lending you a hand."
"Mr. Lin, you must be joking. Our factory doesn’t have any special features. How could we possibly strike it rich just by producing so dicine boxes?"
Hearing this, Yuan Tao’s eyes lit up, but before he could speak, the deputy manager shot him a subtle look and shook his head, pre-empting him. "Using high-grade wood for dicine boxes is a good idea, but whether they’ll even sell is a big question... Besides, how high could a ’sky-high price’ really be?"
"The first batch will sell for at least one hundred million per box, and it will go to the highest bidder," Lin Fan stated calmly, raising a finger and wagging it slightly. "Once this is done, your factory’s orders for wooden dicine boxes will be in such high demand you won’t be able to keep up."
The room fell silent. Even Yuan Youwei and Mrs. Xue, who had been ntally prepared, were quite astonished.
So Lin Fan wasn’t joking. Was he really planning to earn four billion from the nine major pharmaceutical companies just by selling dicine boxes?
"Brother Fan, that’s... a bit of an exaggeration, don’t you think?" Yuan Tao said after a pause, rubbing his cheeks and letting out a dry, skeptical laugh.
"Mr. Lin, please stop joking. I have work to do, so if you’ll excuse yourselves," the deputy manager said, his face darkening and his tone becoming brusque. He assud Lin Fan was just spouting nonsense. It was only out of respect for Yuan Tao and Yuan Youwei that he didn’t lose his temper on the spot.
"This card has over eight hundred million in it. That should be enough to cover any potential losses for the woodworking factory," Lin Fan said after a mont of silence, pulling out a bank card. "If I fail, I’ll compensate you tenfold for your losses."
The deputy factory manager was stunned into silence, his gaze flicking toward Yuan Tao. This was getting out of hand. Over eight hundred million in cash? The man was just making it up as he went along!
Unexpectedly, Yuan Tao, his face filled with envy, spoke up in Lin Fan’s defense. "Old Zhou, Brother Fan isn’t bragging. He really has that much money in his account..."
"That’s right. I, Yuan Youwei, am also willing to vouch for Lin Fan. If he fails, I will compensate for all the losses," Yuan Youwei added with a smile.
Taking a sharp breath, the deputy factory manager, Old Zhou, was completely dumbfounded. "Alright then... You said it yourselves. When the Second Master returns, don’t you go blaming ." As unbelievable as it was, what reason would people of Yuan Tao and Yuan Youwei’s status have to cover for Lin Fan’s lies?
Staring at the bank card in Lin Fan’s hand, Old Zhou swallowed hard before finally gritting his teeth and nodding. He imdiately led the group out of the factory canteen and into a large warehouse at the back.
"Excellent. I’ll take all of this timber," Lin Fan said with a satisfied nod after stepping inside and running his hand over the piles of high-grade wood. "Additionally, after the boxes are made, they will require further processing. Here are the specific instructions."
Lin Fan requested a pen and paper, quickly scribbled down a set of procedures, and handed the sheet to Yuan Tao.
Pharmacy is a profound science, and storing dicine properly is just as complex. Common thods were rely sealed containers or traditional wax seals. However, a miraculous dicine like the Divine Dragon Detox Powder, with its heaven-defying efficacy, required extrely stringent preservation thods. The secret technique for processing these dicine boxes was, by itself, an unparalleled skill that countless Pharmacists could only dream of obtaining.
"Keep this safe, don’t let it leak, and supervise the process personally," Lin Fan instructed solemnly, seeing Yuan Tao’s baffled expression as he clutched the paper, reading it over and over. He had a decent impression of the young man, and entrusting him with this responsibility was also a way to let him share in the glory.
"Okay! Brother Fan, don’t worry, I swear I’ll get it done! Even if it’s not for you and Second Sister, I have to do this for myself and earn so respect!" For so reason, Yuan Tao felt deeply moved, and his nose began to tingle.
Everyone in his family thought he was just a good-for-nothing playboy living off their wealth. But who could truly understand the sorrow in my heart? If I can use Lin Fan’s help to revitalize the factory and make it thrive, who in the Yuan family, or even all of Haicheng, will dare to look down on , Yuan Tao, ever again?!
"Work hard. I trust Lin Fan won’t let you down. He always does what he says he will," Yuan Youwei said with an encouraging smile.
"Work my ass off? I’d like to see who the hell dares touch my timber!"
Before Yuan Tao could respond, a furious bellow erupted from outside the warehouse.
Lin Fan frowned silently and turned toward the sound, his expression shifting. Three figures were striding hastily through the doorway. Besides Yuan Ruohai, whom he hadn’t seen in several days, there was a familiar face.
Su Guang! It was Su ngqing’s degenerate gambler of a father, who had been missing for four years!
As his gaze swept past the two n, it landed on a young foreign man with a white cloth wrapped around his head. Lin Fan’s body shook, and his pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.
After seven long years, he never imagined he would see this man again.
It was the youngest son of the old emperor of Sha Country.
Abdullah Bulger.
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